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There, there baby, it's textbook stuff
in the ABC of growing up
There, there baby, it's textbook stuff
in the ABC of growing up

[XV - 1]
Yeah, three raised me
Famous paid me
Not enough to up but sure enough
Cause I f-cking lazy
If teachers I was dumb or crazy, or both
With hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I
In my chair, in my braids, my wasn't waves
Being fly was to the lowest
I would stand on my desk just to see the in a different way
The society of a poet
Homie I'm focused but thats something that a dude prove
I mean fair, I was damn near at school
So I banged for a minute cause all my was crippin'
me and two of my dudes, blue man group
Had dreams of doing they said you can't do
Cause aint black and white, unless you chew bamboo
So I was after big bills like a dude?
All the while my asking why I'm chewing at school
She

[XV - 2]
So why I go to college
My ultimatum made me say that I know I got it
My n-ggas said D's
on your computer software de-buggin'
But we holding hardware cause we
Now they in the trap house some guns they dun borrowed
And all this snow, I call it sorrow
plans to reach the end even if I had to start slow
Sold CD's in the mall making dough Sbarro's
Then I left the hood, like it, don't need the cargo
They banking out on you well, and I don't mean
But even if you leave somehow it try to
Baby brother took a charge than Lebron and Rondo
Tryna keep his up while his eyes are in the bible
they say your mind is idol, it's a devils toy aisle
My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his
I told him sit down, this is vital

[Kendrick - Verse 3]
Living my life like I'm living in the midst of a fire pit
The banging and the violence is the sweetest song
In a room the heart of a violin
Don't my patience, I'm waiting
To a man as I stare at the celiing fan
As a fan of these streets
If I gotta eat, I steal like a metal
now, f-ck the police
I'm dealing my cards with on 'em
You can him or stone him
I'm throwin' them back with a flurry of bullets
You couldn't live your life for the
When I'm foaming at the mouth I'm as sharp as the teeth
I'm in the of a black Buick, finna black out like February
Ay, thats how blacks do it
I cut off my ears I hear your advice and vice versa
I'm screaming for help as loud as I can but thats not
I'm working them corners Blueprints
Then cut a L on my first
The judge the book at me than said this